Late Bloom

Every Tuesday for a year I collected what the florist on 12th Main could not sell. I photographed each stem once, against black, the morning after.

The point was never prettiness. A wilting petal is a perfect record of time: it folds exactly where it was weakest.

Decay is just form with the pressure taken off.

Late Bloom is the most-collected series in the shop, and the only one printed on cotton rag.